'Yes,' Logotheti replied, not paying any attention to his host's indifference. 'I received an anonymous letter last winter, and the writing of the address was the same.'
'It was, was it?'
The millionaire's tone did not change in the least, and he continued to admire the waistcoat. His manner might have disconcerted a person of less assurance than the Greek, but in the matter of nerves the two financiers were well matched.
'Yes,' Logotheti answered, 'and the anonymous letter was about you, and contained some of the stories that are printed in this article.'
'Oh, it did, did it?'
'Yes. There was an account of your interview with the Primadonna at a hotel in New York. I remember that particularly well.'
'Oh, you do, do you?'
'Yes. The identity of the handwriting and the similarity of the wording make it look as if the article and the letter had been written by the same person.'
'Well, suppose they were—I don't see anything funny about that.'
Thereupon Mr. Van Torp turned at last from the contemplation of the waistcoat and looked out of the bay-window at the distant trees, as if he were excessively weary of Logotheti's talk.